thursday feels like sunday

the packers play tonight and i am oh so excited to take my best guy, and my best pup to b-dizzle-niz-nubbs (buffalo wild wings) to watch the packers beat the bears. while i will never, ever, ever pledge my allegiance to any team other than the washington redskins, those cheeseheads sure have grown on me over the last few years.

especially one clay matthews. i mean, come on! 

in a game of cat and mouse. i'd be the cat. he'd be the mouse. meow.  

see you tomorrow, chicago! xo.

if you don't know by now, i'm talking bout chi-town

patricio and i are packing two little bags and heading to chicago this weekend. and i can barely contain my excitement, i feel like a kid on christmas!

we will get to spend some time with his family, celebrate the engagement, and meet OUR new niece, sadie. and we are staying with john and b, which in my book means a whole lot of jabbering, a whole lot of kitchen table sitting, a whole lot of 312, chardonnay and budweiser and not a ton of sleep. i can't wait!

we will also be visiting a few of our favorite spots:

for pizza: piece
for thai food: sticky rice
for cocktails: tiny lounge
& just for me and b: bhldn

my windy city.

ps john/becky/patricio - do you guys remember when we threw a mini spring break party, in january? hahahahahhaah

project 2,996

3 years ago I participated in project 2,996 and every year since i think of mrs. dianna snyder on this most terrible day.

may you be at peace.

i'm so happy illinois

spied in this little shop. & promptly purchased 2 seconds later.

sundays are our day.

"next season" is officially this season. httr.

patricio and i are an extremely independent couple. we haven't spent every holiday together. we have yet to celebrate christmas together on the 25th of december. we go on trips without each other. we spend time with our respective families solo. i almost pride myself on our tendency to operate as two individuals who just happen to be head over heels in love with each other. but there are some things that are sacred to "us." and one of those things, are sundays during nfl season.

for the past three NFL seasons, we have spent every sunday together. they are our day. we loved hosting pregames/games/postgames in chicago even though neither of us claimed our city's team as our own.  pat would man the grill (sometimes in 0 degree weather and snow on the ground) and i would be busy mixing drinks and preparing appetizers upon appetizers upon appetizers (yes k&co, the bread bowl and 'the dip' were frequently made.) and when the packers made their beeeea-utiful run for the playoffs, we would try to make those sundays a special occasion, even if it was just for us. because my love is crazy superstitious, we would watch those games alone; huddled on the couch together, running around our apartment, screaming at the top of our lungs, and worshiping at the altar of clay matthews and aaron rodgers...together. those weeks leading up to superbowl XLV are memories i will hold onto for the rest of my days as i gleefully cheered for the pack and experienced patrick's joy as his team brought the lombardi trophy home to lambeau.

so today, on the very first sunday in three years where the skins played fan-freaking-tastic, and the packers not so much, i am so thankful that while i won't be marrying a die hard skins fan, i will be marrying a die hard fan. someone who loves this little game as much as i do. who yells, and jumps up and down, and screams "THAT IS BULLSHIT" as loud as me. someone who enjoys the wonder and the heartbreaking moments that come with being a fan of a sport you have never, nor will ever, play.

god help us if i'm pregnant during football season.

please future babies, don't be born on a sunday when your mom is screaming about dan snyder.